This week is spring break in Okinawa (WOOO!) and I'm taking care of my neighbors' dog while they are off in sunny Hawaii. Meanwhile, here it rains every day. On and off all day and night. Woo.
Anyway, the dog in question, Willie, is the world's most mellow lab mix. (I am told much of this mellowing has happened with age. As a pup, Willie had a small addiction to chewing up, you know, everything.) When we go for walks, a bird can be directly in front of us and Willie doesn't care. Cats? Other dogs? Other dogs barking at him? Willie does. not. care.
Things Willie cares about: Sniffing things. Peeing on those things. Ear scratches.
So he does care if there's a person approaching when we're out walking because people = potential love for Willie. He picked up some teenage girls the other day who just HAD to come and pet him because he's the cuuuuutest ever! I think maybe my friends should rent him out to single Marines for use as a wingman.
We were coming around past my house yesterday when Spiderman and two of his friends came running over and asked if they could pet him. (Yeah, I live directly across from Spiderman. NBD. He is significantly shorter than you might expect.) (Also, if you should ask, as Raj once did, why he isn't wearing his Spiderman suit, his mom will give you the look of DO NOT MENTION THE SUIT death.) Spiderman and his associates had a few questions pertaining to Willie.
Does he love people?